"The Freedom Round begins! Akira, you're up!"
Akira glanced toward the distant Throne before shifting her attention to the other Rifters... her fingers brushed against the protective shield stored in her inventory, but she didn't take it out.
She was close, but she still wasn't close enough.
Using her protection now would give her some peace of mind for the coming round, only to leave her defenseless when the others started throwing their best Tools at her.
With the Taxman still holding his Position Exchange Tool, that would be a foolish trade.
"Tsk, I skip." She clicked her tongue, getting irritated by the Taxman's constant, silent harassment.
If only he landed on her tile or she had something to challenge him with, she wouldn't hesitate to take the fight.
The Taxman studied her for a moment before adjusting his grip on his briefcase.
